And here it is. The long awaited ending of this story. It's been a long time coming and I can honestly say that I'll miss this story. It was "My First" real chapter story. I learned a lot from writing it and I hope to continue with some of the other ideas I have.

Thank you guys for all the wonderful comments, the hundreds of likes and favorites and follows. You've really encouraged me to keep going and proved to me that my writing is something that other people actually like to read. So thank you :)

Anyway, here's the epilogue of the whole thing. A little insight into what happened to Draco and Hermione in the years following Hogwarts.

Enjoy!

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Through the rest of the year, they kept their engagement quiet. There were still too many rumors for them to really feel safe openly confirming their relationship. They only told the people who were the closest to them.

The ceremony was beautiful. Draco spared no expense, giving Hermione the wedding she'd always dreamt of. He took her to the St. Tropez, saying their vows as the sun set over the ocean. Afterwards, they partied long into the night, wine ever pouring, their friends and family laughing and having a grand time. Their honeymoon was spent at La Villa Mauresque sipping champagne on their private balcony and indulging in the pleasures of their new married life. Neither ever could have been happier, neither imagined they would be blessed with this kind of completion and joy found in the other. Neither knew they could love as deeply as they loved the other.

Their love only deepened when their son, Orion and daughter, Aiya were born.

"Orion, come along my darling. The train leaves in an hour. Aiya go and get your shoes, please sweetheart. We're late." Hermione swept her hair up into a twist at the nape of her neck as she made her way to the kitchen where Draco was calmly sitting with his tea and newspaper. She gave an exasperated sigh after adjusting her earring.

"Well you're no help, Draco. How am I supposed to shuffle them out the door if you're sitting here dallying?" Silver eyes met hers over the Daily Prophet in his hands, his signature smirk climbing up the side of his face.

"I was just waiting for you, love."

"Waiting for me to what? Lose my bloody mind?" Her back was to her husband as she hastily made herself a cuppa over the sink when she felt the heat of him press against her back.

"No, Hermione. I was waiting for you to set the children off to get themselves ready so I could sneak up behind you, wrap my arms around you, kiss that sweet spot on your neck that makes your knees weak. Maybe even take you hard and fast against this counter if you allow me." His hand caressed her hip, caressing her abdomen as his hand snuck up her torso, tweaking her nipples through her blouse as his teeth grazed the tendon below her ear. She gasped sharply, leaning her hands heavily on the counter as her eyes fell closed.

"Draco please. We have to get to King's Cross."

"We have two and a half hours before last call and it only takes a moment to get there by floo. There's plenty of time, love and I can't wait any longer." She leaned back into his chest as he ground his hips into hers, his erection prodding the small of her back.

"You know exactly what to do to drive me mad, even all these years later."

"That's why you married me. Because I know how to drive you just mad enough." His hand slowly drew up the back of her skirt revealing her smooth thighs bit by bit.

"Mum? Where're my trousers?" They both jumped a bit, looking around before straightening Hermione's skit.

"They're hanging on the rack in the laundry room, love." Her honeyed eyes met the lust filled ones of her husband for a moment before he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the pantry, closing and barring the door behind him.

"Now, wife, I shall take you against this wall until you come so hard you scream." His lips met hers in bruising passion, fingers agilely undoing the buttons covering her from collar tucked into her prim skirt, hastily pushing it off her shoulders and exposing her lace clad breasts. One hand of his pushed her skirt up without thought as her fingers worked on the buttons of his own.

"No knickers? You dirty girl," he thrust two fingers deep into her warmth curling his fingers up to press into that sweet spot that always makes her sigh breathily into his ear. Her hands gripped at his belt, pulling it off roughly and shoving his boxers down his thighs. He moved to push them down farther but she grabbed his wrist.

"Leave them. I want you NOW." With a cheeky grin, he thrust straight into her stealing her breath and making her head fall back against the door. With one arm wrapped around her lower back, her leg thrown over it he buried his face into her neck, tendrils of hair that had come loose brushing against his face. His teeth nibbled her neck as his hips set a frantic pace. He grinned as her hips slammed into the door, her breasts heaved with each breath she took, her lips parted as she sighed in ecstasy.

And he knew exactly what to do next.

With a slight arch of his back, his long cock started rubbing along the front of her right along the sweetest part. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulder blades as she felt herself near her precipice.

"Oh Gods, Draco! Draco, I'm going to come. Ugh, you feel so good!" Sweat beaded on his brow, her walls tightening their hold on him making him groan.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come with me, Hermione. Come now!" With a final, juddering thrust, he felt her fall off the edge. Her walls collapsed around him, squeezing him in perfect, blissful completion. He felt himself lose control, thrusting harder, faster as he released deep and hard into her, filling her with his essence, claiming this woman as his once more. He stilled, allowing them both to come down from their high, caressing her cheek with his palm and kissing her gently.

"Every day, you get better and better." Hermione smiled from beneath heavy lids as she pressed her cheek against his temple.

"I'll accept the fact that you just called me old because you just gave me one of the most fantastic orgasms ever," she murmured, sighing a little as he slid his softened member out of her. Gently, he lowered her feet to the ground before reaching for the napkins she kept in there. She started straightening her clothing as Draco kissed her forehead.

"I didn't just call you old! I'm saying you've been acquiring more and more skill as the years go on." Quickly, they wiped themselves clean, straightened each other's clothing and made their way out to their children, her eyebrow arched as his face pinked ever so slightly.

"Keep talking, cowboy. You're just digging yourself a bigger hole here." He tried for a few more moments to correct his statement, only to find himself suffering from foot-in-mouth syndrome. He just couldn't say anything right today. With an exasperated sigh, he threw his hands up and went to retrieve Orion's trunk from upstairs. When he returned, he saw that Hermione and Aiya were already ready to pop through the Floo. She pressed a kiss to the top of her son's head and leaned over to Draco, whispering in his ear.

"Don't worry, my darling. You can make it up to me when we get back." With a wink and a kiss on the cheek, she stepped into the fireplace and was gone. Her husband ran a hand through his hair and glanced down at his son.

"Remember, Orion. If one of them drives you absolutely mad, hold on to her. Bloody hell." And with that, he and his son followed suit.

And there you have it, kids! Thank you for reading and following along. Keep an eye out for some new stuff and the completion of some other older stuff!
Love,
Willow